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1. |
| 1:21 | ||||
[Snoop]
Yah [Girls In The Background] Snoop, Snoop, Snoop [Snoop] Hell yah mutha f**kin yah what up niggaz and niggets back acha with some of that real s**t and they say you cant keep a top dogg down Woof Bow Wow And im sendin this one out to the uhh gangsters, the ridahs, the ladies, the playas and the macks, Now this is what i want ya'll to do for me, Kick back and blaze one up to this s**t. Ya'll know who the f**k I am, but if ya dont im S, N Double O, P Yes i am im S, N Double O, P child Yes I am im S, N Double O, P Hell yah baby Snoopy Snoopy Sing it girls Say my name b***h |
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2. |
| 4:11 | ||||
DPG, is down with us
X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin s**t, I'm gettin ready to bust I'm number one (one, one, one) With a bullet motherf**kers I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Aww naw (who is it?) It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight Addin' up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?) Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam) Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what) Pussy broke the President (yeah it did) And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did) I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes Now here's a toast to the coast Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most) Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?) Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine) I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit) Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!) And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t) Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with (what you workin with?) Don't need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin' 'em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey) Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?) Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) Yeah I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us Look half dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up We number one (one, one, one) (Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers |
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3. |
| 4:03 | ||||
*S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee *Repeat(x2) Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle My nizzle, what you sizzle? Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha Me and my partner, in my Impala Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow Doggy Doggfather I do it to you real hard then it gets harder It's nada - thang on mine, bang on mine I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo So quit knockin at my window, you nympho Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up Put it on the table, now break it up Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it It really don't matter what you spent on it As long as you're gettin what you paid for That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for? **Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? Snoop Dogg Smoke till your eyes get cataracts Snoop Dogg You've got a girl lay her on her back Snoop Dogg Millionaire, makin that paper stack Snoop Dogg You play me and I'll play you You pay me and I'll pay you Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong This aint your thang, this my song Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar Valet my keys, and park my car No snap shots, cuz I might get popped As I slide by security, givin 'em props First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin We be sippin, in the corner With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard Little mama don't you start **Repeat *S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee *Repeat(x2) Tick tock, the ice on my watch Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock But the party don't stop till we blow up Now every little nigga wanna show up Manuev'in to this, groovin to this Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this Ain't no skippin to this, trust this Bust this, it's too hot to touch this He say, she say, I say no way Don't need foreplay, ok, obey Everything that I say And every day'll be like a holiday I put you in the front seat of my car And roll you round town like a superstar Recline your seat and turn up the beat Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothafuckin backstreets **Repeat(x2) |
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4. |
| 4:00 | ||||
{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*}
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg Now answer me this - did you f**k that b***h or what? That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth? That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool) Black folks stick together til we die, hmm That'll be the day.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Liar, liar, pants on fire Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher I won't stop puffin til I re-tire My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star b***hes the ones you desire Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider Slider, to the sider, invite her to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*} with a lot of meat by-products (mm) And beat the puddy-pot and got up She licked the dick from the top to the bottom {*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!) Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!" What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high {*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*} Ah what's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? |
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5. |
| 4:14 | ||||
Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz Niggaz get the misconception of us cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though You feel me? *[K] Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. [S] I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta b***hes wave yo' hands See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers See we smoke and go (?) cause the b***h ain't never s**t to me and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The s**t to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible individuals, ahead of you we original Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though f**k 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again The jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slower While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top Hit hit the switch and smash down the block And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga And don't never get the wrong idea nigga (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em *Repeat I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a b***h I remain the beast, none the least Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang in the hood and in Hollywood Record company executives think it's all to the good Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn I'm down with P, and D-R-E A real nigga from the motherf**kin L.B.C. I just look like this, I stay down for the twist I'm real with this, deep as abyss I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit *Repeat(x3) |
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6. |
| 4:52 | ||||
Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin To me, some of these suckers'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it Come with it *Go.. (just go away).. go a-way! [S] Niggaz can't be trusted [K] Just come back another day [S] Niggaz be on bitch shit [K] Just go far, a-way [S] Niggaz get it twisted Just go a-way.. Now she said she don't like a G Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me You thought you was bout to get a drink on me? I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free I always let a bitch know her boundaries Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW) Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this? *Repeat I said let yo' mind not be confused If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it Come with it *Repeat Yeah I'm bout to go far away So far you might not see me My nigga Meech on the beat We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha! And they thought we fell off Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass Be-ii-ee-ii-itch! KoKane - aww that's funky right there Puttin it back on the map Uhh, let me hear some dawg Ahhh, as we take your mind to a dimension you never thought existed *Repeat |
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7. |
| 4:37 | ||||
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit.. Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe? Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five I got my nina my |
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8. |
| 4:36 | ||||
Yeah
A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin' this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here Check this out y'all We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it? That's real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams That's real talk right there baby (Stacey Adams) I'm in a 3 piece suit Looking too cute Mashin' flashin' Lookin' for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P And everythang in here movin' belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D. He told me, Frisco E. This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin' like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Player's Ball roll around again I'm guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we *We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know that's all we know how to do (Stacey Adams) Gee'd up to the feet up Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops There's a bitch, snitch Ain't that a bitch I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin' my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy I'm trying to get mine early I can't be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin' like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh *Repeat(x3) |
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9. |
| 3:43 | ||||
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! *For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be *Repeat |
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10. |
| 4:17 | ||||
In these times, of hate and pain
We need a remedy, to help us through the rain Can't you see, I'm straight O-Gin Old Chief Fuck you niggas, think you can't fuck with me Oh c'mon Now that pimp is gonna jump back Bitch, and fuck that Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know Break the bitch you say "I will" Separate the bitch but you saying "I will" Damn nigga, shit; since you put it like that I'm about to lay some right now nigga And take them straight to the track (track) I've never let a bitch pimp me Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G. Fresh out the pen only 32 days (32 days) And every bitch ? in a multiply ways Now it's a sick world, Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket So she could smell like the big girl And check the one with the fast mouth Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out I don't care whatcha do Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll) You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?) The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper Watch your mouth, watch your mouth I'll put you in a brick in a building And separate you from your children (Daddy) I stay G'd up All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha) If you hit the main line You gonna get stop Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck Me and my niggas go heart and pain Puttin paint where it ain't, makin bitch niggas faint It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside) Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side I'm talking big shit, holdin my dick Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh y'all ain't knowin') For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement) You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh) We about thousand niggas strong I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do) Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine) You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh) Niggas disappear all the time No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (Never will) Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel Bitch, matter fact be gone Fuck around and have your Momma saying "Baby, he wrong!" Talking about he a real pimp Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp Since I'm prepare with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe Study mackin with my hoe, now I'm stackin with my hoe I pop a bottle of Mo About to model a hoe I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know) Did the weed, man get in Take it too long But when he get it dogg I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga) Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it" Known for making that crip hop music, don't abuse it Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker (Humming) Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time (Humming) |
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11. |
| 2:10 | ||||
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 227 counts of flexing his G's, popping his P's dotting his I's and crossing his T's. The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 357 counts of verbal and reckless endangerment from the million dollar mouthpiece; and leaving these super-sap suckers, discombobulated and confused and shook up, like a pair of dice. The anti-player, has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. Charging my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for distributing and manufacturing game. Crossing state and county lines, with the intent to pimp the system. Now if you wanna judge Tha Doggfather, bring him before 12 G's and open up his files and you will see, that ever since Snoopy was a pup his tail was straight up - ready to shake rattle and roll and charge from a hoe to a henchman about his pension. So all you jerks with them $11 words comin out of your $2 mouth about a multi-million dollar Crip who's got the mind of a bid'ness man, the heart of a tyrant, and the tongue of a mack - I said, he's a five-star guerilla Crip, with bars and stars while you suckers is lookin for stripes. His game is as sharp as a mosquito's needle; and with this in mind, I'm gonna ask the Game Court to grant a motion, of 995 - grounds, of dismissal. |
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12. |
| 2:35 | ||||
Meech
Bow Wow Yeah Dogg House Oh serious I heard that So I didn't know about all that Yeah Keep my industry as much as possible Snoop Dogg Found out, found out On all ya'll niggas Check me out homie Everywhere I go I got niggas and bitches on my dick trying to take my shit Now, I don't really know But I try to keep my head to the skitta Slice my piece of hitta Whatcha hating for? You better get up, get out and get your own, Nigga Pick up the phone and holla at your folks Young locs in the hood, mashing Dogg House Fuck them other fools D-O-double G Kick back, blaze the sack I catch a muthafucking big, Mack Attack We blazing up the dogg It'll hurt you Nothing but purple in my circle To the day we die We don't get money, bitches and high Dogg House Gangsta Crip Right back in your muthafucking ass for the R-2-G, bitch What ya'll wanna do? Seems like niggas wanna talk all night What we gonna do? We ain't gonna say nothing more, we gonna get with ya'll, on side That's how suppose to see So all that straggling in the gate trying to get close to me Ya'll niggas need to stop Trying to flip the hip hop scrip I snap and crackling POP Tell your friends and folks It's a whole new year and situation and I'm still hating hoes Will it ever stop? Look I really don't know but on the up I doubt that, loc Now what about your hood? Man, I'm doing mine they're doing there's So I guess It's all good And, what about your crew? Shit, my crew it's +Tha Eastsidaz+ Fool, I thought u knew Dogg Pound ain't the same? Yeah, them niggas split up and did they own thang and went made their own gang Money is thicker than water? That's fuck up but on the real that's how it is cuz, damn The world just ain't the same? And come to find out this niggas crossing out my muthafucking name So what am I to do? I put it on mind continue to shine Everything fine In G-O-D we trust That's why ya'll suckers can't "Touch us, Touch us" Meech u made the beat And you know when we get together Shit, we like bread and meat We coming with the heat Close your mouth cause Dogg House is definitely turning it out And what about the cop? I pay them and the ones I didn't I slaved them, haha Will it ever stop? It's like asking "Who is it" before a nigga even knock The game is here to stay? And I'm here to change the rules cause I'm a player that loves to play Did you thank the lord today? Think I did and on that note young loc, I'm getting dose Why you tell the truth? Cause I'm hundred twenty proof from the turf to the roof Bigg Snoop |
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13. |
| 5:56 | ||||
Ya baby
Ya playa Ya baby That's some real pimp shit right here These bitches is outta line man What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches? Check this out man *I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her Real motherfucker from the DPG Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha I appreciate the way y'all skate when the clock hit eight now April and Kate Y'all be doin' too much Running your mouths Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up cus I done had enough Getting sick and tired of the same stuff You told Kamil and she told Karla and she told April and now they all know But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes So, all that confronting the real nigga on site today is today, last night was last night As I leaned with my hand on my balls I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog *Repeat Nina do this and Tina do that Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats Back in the days when I was on the ??? At an early age man I was on the ??? Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going (They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast) Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house (who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me And tried to confront me at a club one night Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?) But you know I had to stop and appause And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog *Repeat I got my own spot and I got my own keys So can't no bitch talk shit to me Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks And kicked me up outta spot I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin' I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home She said she needed a companion Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home Snap, crack, it's on But in no time at all seems she fell in love But i wasn't ready for that Topcat had to scat I hit her friend from the back While she was at work workin' I was jerkin' that skirt And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin' And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo) A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!) *Repeat(x2) This is a sexy bitch |
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14. |
| 4:22 | ||||
Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking
Cause the Ryders got me bringin home the bacon Show me love, and it wasn't no mistakin that I would dedicate this melody - fuck the hatin *I had to tell my girl to pack her shit cause she slipped and dipped inside I need a girl that's ready to ride to keep the heater right by her side Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg Niggaz seem stressed to the brain, how you feel dogg? Nigga I'ma ride, set it up, let it spill Dogg Anything you want, I can flip, got the skill Dogg Baby girl you so so-phisticated Finance related, you graduated to the next level in the game, wearin my name Bad little brickhouse, go and do that thang Yo - niggaz surprised when they open they eyes Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man Act shifty - your resistance gone swiftly Bitches mad at a nigga, askin why he kissed me Stop whinin, just to cry and get the mackin daddy I don't like it when the angry chick is actin crabby That's why he bagged me Ghetto jewel, never loud and trashy No stressin over chicks - problem? Bet I solve it fastly *Repeat(x2) We gangbang on these niggaz like we 'posed to do and I'll be damned if I let a bitch get close to you We posted Boo - you, my, one and only Quick to dump before the homies Remember when that phony nigga ran up on me at the club? You filled him up with slugs, that's what I call love All that pushin and shovin, kissin and huggin Thuggin, dig it, dug-in I'm lovin every minute of it Boo The way you stay true, and always kept your cool You kept the heater right by your thigh And when the shit got hectic you was ready to ride You didn't run out, when I pulled the gun out That's what I'm talkin bout, no doubt Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin, to the realest y'know D-O-double-Gizze, you know how we get busy Aiyyo, how could I leave a real nigga? A real nigga's all I need Fake bitches try to take my place, fall to they knees Don't violate, see my man, he don't like no scrapes And if I heard you was frontin I hope on the case Wild one? Maybe, but I'ma protect my baby Test me fool and by the end you gon' think I'm crazy That's how I do for my Dogg, keep my (?) strong Both sides relied on the shit, nigga sing the song *Repeat(x2) Yeah.. hahah, E-V-E! D-O-double-Gizze! Y'know! Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin! Foe life, ahh! Yeah.. And you thought it'd never happen Fuck the haters, bow wow! Woof.. woof.. woof.. woof.. {*Dogg panting*} BEOTCH! It's official now, yeah We gon' Ruff Ryde up on out of here on this one Eastside up Eastsidaz Goldie Loc in the house Lil' 1/2 Dead DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, uhh, misbehave Give it to 'em Dogg Whattup DMX? WOOF! Master P? UNNNGHH! Dr. Dre {*chronic inhaled sound*} My nephew Scott on the beat Illy Philly-delphia {*sounding like a P-Funkster*} Awwwwwww, yeah babyyy! It's another one, funky as they come Evey Eve and Doggy Dogg Bitch please, awwww! |
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15. |
| 4:09 | ||||
Man, you got me goin crazy baby
Feel like I'm losin my mind *Feels like I'm losin control, and I don't even know Girl you hurt me oh so bad cause I love you so, hey But it don't matter now, I'm doin better now Whatever you do, bitch, will come back to you, bitch Heeeeeeey, hey; heeeeeeey, hey Heeeeeeeeeeeey, hey; heeeeeeey, hey (Soopafly * overlapping chorus) I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes Now who would ever think that I wanted a home Three kids and a wife, never be alone A dog in the front yard and that picket fence Havin somethin on the side? It didn't make sense I'm a family man sportin a weddin band I heard them niggas on your pager didn't give a damn I gave you eighty percent of all my trust in you The other twenty was cool, cause we gon' make it through The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in I told that nigga like Chris Tucker, "Don't worry about what the FUCK I be doin'" We was makin chemistry, but who is he? And how dis nigga know the deal about you and me? I fell to my knees and asked the girl "Why?" She looked at my eyes with no reply So I cried, I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes *Repeat (Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus) I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes I was in love at times They say "Game Don't Wait" huh Warren G? Well the game better wait for me I'm spendin my time while I'm writin these rhymes In the Hills for real, sippin wines, girl you'se a dime Got me losin my mind Well if lovin you is a crime I'm down to do my time Lock me up and throw away the key I once told that "This was the way love was meant to be" I see you with me forever We can do things that you never, thought you coulda Up out the hood-uh, is where I took you, never overlooked you I can't believe that you shook to another spot And left me cold, now I'm hot I'm tryin to find you, what am I to do? I gave you everything that you needed *Repeat (Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus) Took it for granted, shit, I'm cool now What goes around, comes around I was in love at times I was in love at times I was in love at times I was in love at times You know what girl I mean.. I was in love with you and you did me like that But you know what they say? What goes around comes around How could, how could, you do me wrong? You be messin up my songs (my songs) Now a nigga must move on (I gave you) Gave love, and you just, straight played on me (on me) Had a nigga sick for weeks (for weeks) Now I must begin my streak (I was in love at times..) |
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16. |
| 4:16 | ||||
I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck... and I hate water.
I never learned to swim.... AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN!!!! Let go of my leg!!! I HATE WATER!!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!! AAAAH!!!!! Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me, And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me, Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy, So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me, Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though, Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo, And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros? Man, I'm fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'? I make dat shit for the realest of millions, While I'm wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin', Hmm... and oh what a relief it is, That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz, Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit, There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes, And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow, Fuck these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro (?), Somebody told? Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on, And that's usually how the scenario rolls on, Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on, She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home, Well number one, keep your hand on your gun, And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one.....) Ohh... you can't trust nobody baby.... you can't even trust your own Mama!!! This is Snoopy Collins.... trust no one.... especially a bitch.... Or even a bitch-ass nigga.... Yo Ha!!!! T-R-U-S-T in me, I'm sexy but I'm pussy, The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep, And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet, So Snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do? Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you, Now what I'm tryin' to do, and what I'm gon' do, Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home, Bitch I ain't lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz, Lemme tell you how it's gon' be If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me I'm tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof? Ask them hoes over there, "Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?" (yeah!) We'll take the money and the game away, I bet they won't say the same that day, But it's okay, cuz I don't trip, Cuz "Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks", I thought I told you, bitch I'm a soulja, East side, long beach, gang-bang roller, From the solar, cuz this, is it, Can ya dig it? (I can dig it!!!) Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat, I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it's like dat, I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread, They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead, If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds, They struck me out, now I'm pinch-hittin' for the Reds, But I'm a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true, I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone, I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin', Rip-ridin', put mines in, Takin' this game to the next level, Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils, Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up, Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up, And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no one, no one), And like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one... OH NO!!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!! I HATE WATER, I CAN'T SWIM!!!! I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!! I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!! AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER..... OH NO!!!! |
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17. |
| 4:13 | ||||
Yo.. uh-huh
I'ma try somethin different on this right here but I know y'all gon' feel it cause I know y'all feel me It's some real shit right here, y'knahmsayin? I ain't never did it like this before Check this out.. I'm the kind of G that everybody knows But I'm so low-key, when it comes to hoes I never break the rules and that's just how it goes All my friends and foes - know that's just how it goes I can flip the script but I chose not to this time There's so much to say with so little time, but I like it (Yes I like it) I'm gon' dip dive socialize and get high I wish my people had, other ways I'm thankful, that a brother's paid (that a brother's paid) But how can I be happy? My hair is still nappy I miss my grandpappy I wanna do right but the world is wrong That's why I'm singin this song *I'm tryin to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm singin my song Y'all niggaz better leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I think y'all betta leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I'm tryin to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm singin my song You bitches better leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I think y'all betta leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) There's so much goin on out there in the world today All these - ladies, players, gangsters, and suckers I get caught up sometimes, some of the people I hang with they turn out to be snitches, bitches, yeah they switches But you know like I know I can't stop doin, what I got to do I'ma keep doin what I got to (I'ma keep doin) y'know! Everywhere I go, the game is the same People lookin at me want me to say somethin want me to do somethin, but I don't know nuttin If I ain't gettin paid, I can't drop no rhymes I can't do nothin for you no mo', I ain't got that kinda time and they know.. *Repeat I try to be to myself, and try to stay.. away from the world But the world just keeps runnin after me (runnin after me) I try to shield myself away from all the wickedness but somehow, the wickedness is in my circle - what am I to do? I try to ask God to help me get through this what am I to do to this? Just do this, let's do this So I, continue to mash, day by day (day by day) I continue to play, play by play And I con-tinue to spit my manuscript (spit it) and say what I want to say (say it) And I do it to ya ev-ery-day *Repeat Leave me alone, I think you better leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone - better leave me alone If it don't pay you wrong, leave me alone I think you better leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alonnnne, leave me alonnnne If it don't pay you wrong.. |
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18. |
| 5:15 | ||||
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches! |
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19. |
| 4:15 | ||||
{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies *Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin *Repeat Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang" Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*} |